Longevity: Start Farming with Entries

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In an instant, the news of Master Wangyue’s powerful return quickly swept through the Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm like a tidal wave.

...

Inside the Lingxiao Imperial Carriage, Qin Ming’s gaze flickered continuously.

After some consideration, he decided to deal with the Six Demonic Sects as a cancer before returning to the island.

Incidentally, he intended to settle past grievances with Lin Zixiao in one go.

Only then could he peacefully plot the major task of Nascent Soul Formation.

Otherwise, with Qin Ming’s stable personality, he extremely disliked feeling like a thorn in the back.

Now that Qin Ming possessed the Lingxiao Imperial Carriage, along with the Profound Water Crocodile and Jade Wave Sea Horse pulling it, his flying speed was not at all slower than that of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

In just over ten days, he arrived at the border of Jin Country.

...

Primordial Demon Sect’s back mountain, Cliff Cave.

Lin Zixiao, dressed in a black robe, was rubbing a Buddha Mask in his hand, speaking to himself:

"Unknowingly, Fellow Daoist Qin and I have had over a hundred years of entanglement."

"Unexpectedly! I even thought... Fellow Daoist Qin disappeared for good after the battle at Tai Lake..."

"Yet, unknowingly, he has returned to the Southern Wilderness."

"In these decades, I wonder to what extent Fellow Daoist Qin has grown..."

At this point, an incomparably old voice emanated from within Lin Zixiao:

"Hehehe! With the Demonization Technique that I taught you, the Black-Maned Demon King created by it was easily killed by him. It’s clear this kid has unfurled his wings and is likely not inferior to you now."

"Furthermore, you are no longer his match. You should quickly consider how to escape, rather than dream of unifying the Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm."

"Such a tiny place, with such narrow vision. It wasted my schemes in possessing you."

Lin Zixiao’s stern face, with eyes flickering with disbelief, replied:

"Old ghost, impossible! I took less than two hundred years to cultivate to the Late-stage Golden Core Realm."

"Qin Ming can’t be faster than me, right?"

The old voice full of disdain said indifferently: "That’s because your experience is shallow. I’ve observed that that kid is exceptionally fortunate, likely inheriting some extraordinary legacy."

"It’s not unlikely that his cultivation surpasses yours now."

"Take my advice, stop dreaming of unifying the Cultivation Realm; it would be more realistic to restore my strength."

"Hehehe!"

Lin Zixiao’s gaze turned icy as he angrily shouted: "Shut up! Old ghost! Do you believe I’ll throw you into the Soul Refining Pool, never to reincarnate?"

"Fine, fine! My goodwill for you was taken as a donkey’s liver. Do as you wish!" The old voice in the air fell silent.

Just then.

A black-robed cultivator entered from outside, reporting to Lin Zixiao: "Big brother, latest intelligence reports that the person has left Vast Sea Immortal City."

"Oh? Any details on where he’s gone?" Lin Zixiao’s gaze slightly flickered.

The black-robed cultivator hesitated: "Uh... The opponent’s Escape Technique is too fast; our watchers failed to keep up. Most probably he’s returned to his home, Wangyue Island."

"Have the Six Demonic Sects send people to probe his tactics. As long as he remains, my ambition of unification is hard to achieve." Lin Zixiao thought for a moment and said.

"If I can control the four kingdoms, gather resources, even reaching Golden Core Perfection, with the old ghost’s help, the Nascent Soul Realm might also be possible, as long as I remove that person..."

"By then, anyone who stands in my way will be annihilated! No one will dare to stop me?"

"The current chaos in the Southern Wilderness is my opportunity!"

Lin Zixiao, ruthless and cunning, was clearly planning to use the cultivators of the Six Demonic Sects as cannon fodder to determine Qin Ming’s exact methods before facing him.

The black-robed cultivator showed a look of great joy, ready to bow and leave.

But the next moment.

Sensing a vast pressure suddenly coming, like an invisible giant hand gripping him entirely!

Boom!

The black-robed cultivator instantly exploded under the grip of the invisible hand, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

He didn’t even get to let out his final scream.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, it seems you are quite fearful of me, Qin? Deploying the power of the Six Demonic Sects to probe my tactics."

"Why don’t you try personally?"

Suddenly.

A faint voice sounded from nowhere, startling Lin Zixiao tremendously.

Lin Zixiao jumped up, using Divine Thought to scan, and instantly found a spot in the empty space ahead.

At an unknown time, a plain-looking young man appeared, exuding youthful vitality, gazing calmly at him.

"It’s you... Qin Ming!"

Lin Zixiao’s gaze suddenly contracted, and he instinctively summoned a black demon saber, fully mobilizing his late-stage Golden Core mana, unleashing the demonization technique.

In an instant, he transformed into a four-winged demon, holding a demon blade, slashing out a black arc towards Qin Ming, crossing dozens of yards in an instant, rampant and fierce, striking fiercely towards Qin Ming!

This strike contained Lin Zixiao’s lifelong strength, as he exerted all his power from the beginning, just in case.

However.

In a flash.

Buzz~

Boom!

At this moment, a shadow darted out, wielding a black steel fork, and with a casual sweep, a flash of black mysterious light shone.

Lin Zixiao’s full-force strike while in demonized state was casually wiped out by the opponent.

"Tier Three Perfection Semi-Transformed Great Demon!"

Boom!

Immediately following.

A massive force of divine thought that made one shiver from the soul surged in like a landslide and tsunami.

Leaving one with no will to resist.

In his demonized state, Lin Zixiao’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Under this force of divine thought.

His entire demon body froze, as if captured mid-air, his black saber emitted a mournful wail and fell to the ground.

Under this terrifying spiritual pressure, the mana within Lin Zixiao’s body was forcibly pushed back.

He gazed unwillingly at the unremarkable-looking Qin Ming, as if witnessing something unimaginable:

"You... impossible! Nascent Soul Level divine thought power!"

Qin Ming’s gaze was calm as water, his voice like an ancient well without ripples as he said, "Nothing is impossible, if Fellow Daoist Lin wants to blame... you can only blame your own ambition being too big."

"The Southern Wilderness is Qin’s hometown, how can I let you act recklessly?"

At this moment, Lin Zixiao’s eyes held only unwillingness, shock, and confusion.

In just a few decades, with the help of an old ghost, he broke through to the late-stage Golden Core realm, thinking he had grown rapidly.

No one in the demonic path could match him.

But who would have thought that Qin Ming, the good neighbor who came out of Qingyang Market together, had already surpassed him, reaching a realm he found difficult to attain.

Swish!

Leaving him no chance.

The Heaven-Devouring Rat’s black steel fork swept across, a mysterious light gleamed, Lin Zixiao’s head instantly flew off, tumbling to the ground.

Thus, a generation of demon owls that overwhelmed the Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm fell.

Even in death, Lin Zixiao’s eyes were wide open, as if unable to believe it all.

Qin Ming flicked his finger, utilizing the Thorn Technique to drain his corpse, transforming it into a Blood Pearl.

Yet at this moment.

A gray shadow took advantage of Qin Ming and the Heaven-Devouring Rat’s inattention, fleeing from Lin Zixiao’s dried corpse as a remnant shadow, trying to escape.

Boom!

Qin Ming’s lips curled in a slight sneer, waving a hand, a blood-colored gauze curtain enveloped the whole space.

It was the Tier Three Top-Grade Demon Treasure—the Demon Luo Celestial Tent, obtained from the Blood Refining Demon Sect’s Saint Child.

The gray spirit body collided heavily with the blood-colored light jade, nearly dispersing.

"Ouch!"

"Spare me, Daoist!"

Qin Ming focused his eyes and saw this spirit body was an old gray, shabby, and wretched man, at the moment bowing repeatedly with a panicked face...

Lacking any demeanour of a prominent figure...

Although he knew Lin Zixiao’s rapid growth was absolutely related to this "Grandpa," he had no interest in things beyond his control and intended to destroy the spirit.

But then he saw the old man hurriedly waving his hands, shouting loudly:

"I am Qingyangzi of Cyan Origin Sect, and am of great use to Fellow Daoist! Please show mercy!"

"This damned Lin Zixiao, acting willfully, ignoring my advice, ruined me completely, it’s truly miserable! Boo hoo hoo!"

"I sensed the aura of the ’Cyan Emperor Technique’ on Fellow Daoist, please do not let discord arise by mistake!"

"I am willing to offer a strand of my original split soul, and henceforth be at Fellow Daoist’s command..."

In a moment of deep emotion, that downcast old man even burst into tears.

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